The covetous man never has money. The prodigal will have none shortly.
As it is a great point of art, when our matter requires it, to enlarge and veer out all sail, so to take it in and contract it is of no less praise when the argument doth ask it.
How near to good is what is fair!
How Fortune piles her sports when she begins to practise them!
The burnt child dreads the fire.
There is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear.